I Can't Believe He Spanked Me! (Kari's Lessons)

by Cassandra Zara

  SMACK

  He tugged at my panties, pulling them further down my thighs.I could feel them peeling away from my skin, my arousal apparent from how wet the front of my panties were. I hadn’t thought that it was possible for me to feel more ashamed and humiliated than I already was, but apparently I could. Now I knew my bare pussy would be on display. Peeking out from between my legs. Pink, puffy with desire and slick and shiny with my leaking juices.

  SMACK

  I screamed again as Max brought his hand down directly on the lips of my exposed pussy. I hadn’t been expecting that and with the shock came a burst of both pleasure and pain that felt like an eruption.

  The pain was immediately soothed by a single finger sliding between my exposed lips. Oh God that felt good. I trembled beneath it as I felt myself being parted and the finger began to explore further downward... near but not quite against my clit.

  SMACK

  My breath was coming in short bursts now. I knew I was crying, but beyond that the noises I was making sounded alien to me. My ass was raw, it felt like it was glowing. But the intensity of the pain was matched by a desperate aching need.

  “Almost there sweetheart.” Max’s voice was smooth as silk, almost tender. As he spoke his finger returned. Sliding between my lips once more, but this time grazing my clit with the slightest touch.

  That touch was... amazing. I cried out with need and rolled my hips upwards looking for more. Trying to force myself against his hand.

  SMACK

  I ignore the stinging pain in my ass and humped the air. Desperate for more stimulation. I had given up trying to maintain any kind of dignity. I was beyond humiliation and embarrassment. I just needed his touch.

  When he returned I felt two fingers parting me and a third exploring the entrance to my virgin cunt. He toyed with me using the lightest of touches, never giving me quite what I needed.

  I trembled beneath him and cried. It wasn’t the pain any more it was my need. I could endure the pain. I would endure it to make Daddy proud, but I needed more.

  SMACK

  “Puh... uh... Puh-lease.” I sobbed. My breath sounded ragged and wretched. I felt like a wreck but I didn’t care. I just needed to come.

  “You know what I need to hear don’t you? You know how you need to ask.”

  I nodded and sniffed. My eyes and nose were streaming. My defenses were completely gone. Shredded by the needs of my hungry teenage body.

  “Y...yes. Yes D...daddy.” I was giving in, admitting defeat. But as soon as I said that word out loud I felt a hot ball of pleasure growing in my belly. It felt good and right to think of him like that.

  It was what had been missing in my life. Someone who actually cared about me enough to do something about my behavior.

  “I’m sorry Daddy. I’m so sorry. But please... I need to... I need to...”

  SMACK

  SMACK

  I cried out and sobbed against his legs. My ass was just one big mass of pain now.

  “Please Daddy, make me come. I need to come so much. Please Daddy.”

  “Of course you can.” He stroked my ass as he talked to me, each touch felt like sandpaper against my raw skin. “You were such a brave girl, you’ve earned this.”

  The knot of pleasure in my tummy was joined by a sense of pride at his compliment and then I was cooing with pleasure as I felt his fingers once again slide between my lips.

  He parted me and began circling my clit with a single fingertip. I groaned and began to raise my hips in time with his movements, trying to meet him and tease more pressure out of his touch.

  “Heh. Someone is eager. And you’re so very wet.”

  “Yes Daddy. I’m so wet for you. I want it so bad. Please make me come Daddy.”

  My voice was perhaps a little too childish and petulant as I milked it for all it was worth, but Max didn’t seem to mind. He didn’t seem to mind at all. I think I’d been too caught up in my own needs to notice how hard he was. His cock, jutting into my ribcage, was like an iron bar. An awareness of the effect I was having on him, created another rush of pride.

  At first I resisted the finger he tried to force inside me. But I was so wet and well lubricate it was impossible. I felt myself stretch to accommodate him and soon he was able to slide his finger in and out of me in time with the rubbing of my clit.

  This was enough to push me over the edge. I had had orgasms before but nothing like this. This was something else. I felt it in my whole body. My muscles tensing and then being flooded with warm gooey ecstasy as that knot in my stomach unraveled and sent tendrils of pleasure worming their way through my young body.

  As it passed I felt myself trembling uncontrollably. My breath coming in irregular gasps of air as I tried to regain control of my own body. That was... that was... Oh God that was sensational.

  He wasn’t finished yet though. His hand remained firm against my pussy as I rode out several little waves of post-orgasm tremors. And once I was still he started again. His fingers flat against me, applying pressure in a smooth and constant circling motion.

  I was still sensitive but the motion felt so good. Too good, within seconds I found my body being rocked by another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, but more raw and intense. I could feel the aches in my body now, the dull throbbing pain in my poor ass and these sensations mingled with the jagged waves of pleasure that rocked my body.

  By the time he was done I was a mess. Everything was sore and my body ached, but I felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of bliss. Daddy pulled me up and turned me around. Allowing me to curl up in his lap and cling to him.

  I reached towards his crotch. Maybe I could return the favor, maybe Daddy would like that. But he intercepted my hand and placed it on his leg. Not now. Not tonight. I understood and just lay still in his arms. Content and smiling.

  - X -

  The next morning I slept late. When I got out of bed every movement set off explosions of pain in my ass. My mouth dropped open when I saw it in the mirror. The red of the previous night had turned into two matching purple bruises on each cheek. They were huge and ugly and I wouldn’t be able to wear a swimsuit for a while, but I felt ridiculously proud of them.

  Max was already up. He was cooking breakfast. I made a grab for a rasher of bacon and he swatted me across the knuckles with a spatula.

  “I don’t know what time of day you call this, but we have to go pick your mother up from the airport later and I want this place spotless before she gets home. You need to start treating her with a little more respect and that’s going to mean doing more chores and pulling your weight around here OK?”

  My first instinct was to respond with something glib and obnoxious. I mean it was kind of my thing. But as I went to open my mouth I felt a twinge of pain in my ass and flashed back to the wonderful orgasms of the night before. Maybe I should try not being such a brat for a while. At least until my ass wasn’t so sore.

  “Sure... M... Daddy.” I beamed up at him, giving him my best little-angel smile.

  He smiled back and handed me a plate of bacon and eggs, “That’s my girl.”

  And I was. I was his girl. And that made me so happy.

  - X -

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  Cassandra Zara: It's often said that reading erotica is mostly for women, but look closely guys: The girls in my books act in ways that you will NEVER see a girl act in a porno.

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  An Excerpt from Bred by Daddy and his Friends

  “I... I... can’t. It’s wrong.” He protested weakly but he didn’t move away or remove my hand.

  “How can it be wrong if I want it as much as you do?”

  He remained silent as I manipulated the buttons of his worn shorts. Giving me a little room so I could work my hand in there, sliding over his coarse pubic hair and finally touching the object of so many nighttime fantasies.

  “Cathy... no.”

  I ignored his feeble half hearted objection and circled the shaft of his rapidly stiffening member with my hand. Not moving, just feeling the weight of it. The warmth of it.

  “Oh Daddy.” I purred. “What a big cock you have.”

  He moaned and I resisted the urge to giggle. It was silly. It was childish. But it had to be said. I was surprised by the immediate result it had on his manhood. I could feel the blood pulsing underneath my fingers as he went from aroused, to hard, to rock hard in front of me. I had to look. I’d seen his cock before. Brief glimpses in a dash from the shower to bedroom when a towel was forgotten,. Tantalizing flashes when the family was sharing a room on holiday. But never this close. Never like this. I tugged at his shorts allowing them to fall to his ankles as his cock sprang forward. His briefs struggled to contain it as he forced them outwards at an odd angle, his cock bent in its cotton prison. I knew he was big. I’d dreamt he was big. But this close, with my tiny hand around it he was massive. I felt my pussy twitch in sympathetic anticipation tinged with fear. Could I ever fit that inside me? It was massive, dwarfing the vibrators and dildoes that had acted as substitutes in the past. I pulled down his pants allowing his stiff erection to spring free. It jutted outwards from his body with an upwards curve, as if straining to be closer to me.

  He was trying to stay in control, but his breathing was rapid and shallow. I felt a wave of emotion washing over me. He wanted me. He actually wanted me. My Daddy. My best friend. He did didn’t he? I looked up at him. He was conflicted. His face set was set in stone. His square, stubbled jaw clenched.

  “You want this? You want this don’t you Daddy?” He looked like he was about to explode.

  “Yes. Yes dammit. Of course I want it. Oh God I’ve wanted you for so long Cathy and you teased me so much and it was so hard.” You’re telling me. “I’ve never... never felt as close to another person than I feel as when I’m with you and the fact that you’re off limits drives me crazy.”

  “Shhh. It’s OK Daddy. It’s OK.” His twitching cock gave away his reaction to that word. Whatever we had. Whatever we would have. That aspect of our relationship would always play a part. He wasn’t the only one enjoying what we had started. I felt my puffy nipples becoming so stiff it was almost painful, straining against the material of my tight top. Between my legs a familiar ache of desire and the wetness that always accompanied it. Only this time I held the real thing in my hands and the ache had taken on a hint of desperation.

  I crouched down so my face was level with his amazing jutting cock. It smelt intoxicating. The deep musky scent of man and sweat. In the past catching hints of his scent would always get my heart racing. But this close it was like an aphrodisiac. I felt out of control. I curled one hand gently around his balls. I cupped them and felt their weight. At my contact he released a gasping groan and his hips thrust forward slightly. The engorged tip of his cock brushed my lips leaving a single bead of clear liquid there. My eager tongue darted out of my mouth to taste it. Just a hint of salty flavor. I wanted more. I licked my lips in anticipation. Still not quite believing this was actually happening. That this was real.

  And then I heard a slow clapping behind us. We were not alone.

  Daddy stepped backwards his hands clawing for his briefs to cover himself, his cock already softening. His “friends” had arrived early. Mike and Sal. Ex-Army buddies. They were major douchebags, but he tolerated them as friends because he claimed he “owed them” and there was a shared bond that allowed him to tolerate their obnoxious behavior. My blood turned to ice when I realized Sal had his phone out, holding it sideways. He had been filming us.

  “Bravo Private. Bravo.”

  “Fuck. Oh fuck.” His briefs in place, but his shorts still around his ankles he stepped in front of me, as if to shield me from them.

  “You sanctimonious prick.” That was Sal. I didn’t like Sal. “She’s my daughter you said. She’s only eighteen you said. Keep your hands and your eyes off her you said.”

  “Technically.” Mike added. “He didn’t say anything about our cocks.”

  My heart was beating fast. With that video we were at their mercy.

  “Good point. Time to share and share alike Private.”

  “No way. No fucking way. Get the fuck out of here.” There was a rage in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.

  “Yes fucking way. Yes fucking way or you and your fucking daughter go viral.”


  He stood his ground. “Do it. Fucking do it you pieces of shit.”

  NO! It would ruin him. It would ruin us. My mother would never understand. She would destroy him. This shitty uptight town would eat him alive. He’d be broke. He'd be homeless. He’d be gone. I’d never see him again. I had no idea what would happen to me. I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fact that this. Us. Would never happen.

  “I’ll do it.” My voice was barely a whisper as three pairs of male eyes turned to gaze at me. “I’ll do it under one condition.”

  He leaned close and spoke in hushed tones. “No. Never. This can’t happen.”

  “You don’t understand.” I had tears in my eyes as I spoke. “I have to. Without you I’ll die. If you have to go away I’ll die. I need to do this. Let me do it for you.” I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. I felt guilty laying this emotional blackmail on him, but I had to. He had to understand what I would willingly do to keep him. He hung his head. Defeated.

  “Alright then.” Sal rubbed his hands expectantly. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a party. What’s your condition sweetheart?”

  I surprised myself when I blurted out my answer. It was my darkest secret. A desire I kept hidden away deep down inside. I know I wanted it and I knew he’d want it. It was the one thing that would complete him. The one thing my mother refused to give him. I took a deep breath.